“How did I end up here?” Saul was bewildered. Looking down, he found himself indeed still in the form of a small tangle of threads.

“Of course fate brought you here,” came the leisurely voice of the Death Demon.

Could it be that gathering too much destiny power in a short time had caused his consciousness to be drawn into the Prismatic World?

Saul came to the platform that the Death Demon had helped him organize before, discovering that his prismatic channel had indeed gained a new fate line.

But this new fate line was abnormally thick—while others were sewing thread, this was a towrope for pulling ships.

At the same time, this thick fate line didn’t emit clear consciousness. If Saul tried to connect, he could only hear small and chaotic murmurs.

Like a teacher lecturing in class while ten thousand students whispered below.

Simultaneously, Saul discovered that because he had previously given too much destiny power to the other three, the four targets now seemed to have generated connections with each other. Through the current magical structure, he could actually choose to advance to fourth rank!

For a moment, Saul’s soul body grew hot with excitement.

But he quickly calmed down. “Although I could choose to directly advance to fourth-rank wizard now, it would be more stable to advance after achieving the fifth target according to plan.”

Saul contracted his thread-like body. “What I want is power that can continue to resist death and doomsday, not advancement to an ordinary fourth-rank wizard.”

He released the fate lines of the four targets, gradually calming down.

Time to go back.

However, before leaving, Saul had something he wanted to ask the Death Demon—he just didn’t know if it would be willing to tell him now.

“Hello. My consciousness space now contains many star-like eyes, or rather eye-like stars. They have pupils the same color as this space and can even resist part of the Abyssal Eye’s power.”

As Saul spoke, he already had an answer forming in his mind.

“Do those eyes have a relationship with you?”

Saul thought the other wouldn’t speak, or would very straightforwardly admit it.

But instead he heard laughter.

Not laughter in the traditional sense, but he understood the Death Demon’s current emotion.

The threads floating in the air surged and undulated like clouds in a storm.

Saul finally heard the Death Demon speak.

“Aren’t those your own eyes?”

“What?” The small thread bundle went rigid.

“Don’t forget, you’re also one of us. Although you’re unwilling to return to your essence, that doesn’t mean you can escape it.”

Saul was somewhat shocked. So the ones watching him in his consciousness space had always been himself?

He still couldn’t connect those eyes with himself. Previously he’d always thought he was borrowing the eyes’ power. He couldn’t use them often because overuse might subject him to the eyes’ pollution.

Now it seemed the reason he couldn’t use them often was fear of being forced to return to his so-called essence?

The fate threads finally slowly softened. Saul sighed inwardly, having to begin changing his fixed concepts.

If he had originally followed the Death Demon’s advice, perhaps he really could have instantly become sixth rank. Those eyes would also completely return to himself.

But Saul vaguely feared this.

Would such a version of him still be him?

Saul sighed. “Why would a bundle of fate threads need so many eyes?”

“If you cannot observe fate, how can you speak of fate becoming threads?”

Suddenly that made perfect sense. If Saul fused with all the star-shaped eyes, would he be able to observe complete fate?

Wait, this explanation seemed familiar.

He suddenly thought of the diary.

“Do you know…” Saul hesitated for a moment, but felt that since the other knew about the eyes in the space, it should also know what else was in the space. “Do you know about the Dead Wizard’s Diary? Why do I feel the diary’s operating principles have some similarity to fate lines? Does it also come from Death Demon power?”

“No, that diary was created by another sixth-rank existence outside. It borrowed some principles of destiny power, but its essence isn’t observation—it’s rehearsal and deduction.”

“The diary was actually made by a sixth rank, but I remember its previous owner was only a fifth-rank wizard when he possessed it, and failed when trying to use the diary to advance to sixth rank. That means its previous owner wasn’t actually the one who created the diary. The diary in my hands doesn’t feel overwhelmingly powerful either. Could it be that although it was made by a sixth rank, it’s not equivalent to a sixth-rank magical tool?” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn nοvelfire.net

That made sense—a sixth-rank equivalent magical tool would be terrifying to imagine.

“Although your diary can’t yet match sixth rank, it actually counts as fifth rank,” the Death Demon said. “But it’s still incomplete, still missing something important.”

“You’re right.” Saul thought of the golden page he’d received from the Tribunal—its state was completely different from other golden pages in the diary. “I just don’t know what the diary is missing yet.”

“You’ll know,” the Death Demon said leisurely. “I’ve already seen the direction of your fate.”

…

Saul opened his eyes to find himself standing before a massive crystal wall.

He quickly recognized this as the place Maria had once brought him to sign his name, though due to Wizard Murphy’s intervention, he hadn’t left his name on the crystal wall.

But now, the names on the crystal wall have changed. Names originally inscribed on the surface had somehow been transferred inside the crystal.

There were no traces of layers between them, as if they had naturally grown inside.

These changes should also be related to Murphy’s operations.

“You’re finally awake.”

Saul turned his head to find Keli sitting nearby, chin propped on her hand as she watched him.

“From your perspective, how long was I unconscious?”

“Three days!” Keli held up three fingers. “Three days ago, all the fissures in the Sighing Wall closed and the wall body turned into black crystal. But you disappeared. I almost thought you had nobly sacrificed yourself to repair the Sighing Wall.”

“I’m not quite that noble,” Saul shrugged. “You know this was win-win.”

“Hmph, after you disappeared, I searched for you for ages before discovering you’d run to this crystal wall. Later Maria dispersed the unrelated people, so I’ve been waiting for you here.”

Keli stretched, showing she had indeed been seriously waiting this whole time without doing anything for entertainment.

“I’ve never seen you unconscious for so long. If I hadn’t seen your soul body still active, I would have thought you’d become a god on the spot.”

Saul was both amused and exasperated. “I’m a wizard—how could I become a god?” This content belongs to novel✦fire.net

“Why not?” Keli countered. “Aren’t you the Death Judge?”

Saul quickly waved his hands. “Don’t mention that title—it’s social death.”

Keli suppressed her laughter, having been tense for days and finally completely relaxing.

Then Saul felt something tugging at his pants. Looking down, he saw Little Algae crawling on the ground.

Seeing Saul ignore it for so long, Little Algae had used its sharp little mouth to bite eight holes in Saul’s trouser leg.

Saul bent down to pick up the hemp rope-like Little Algae. “Sorry for worrying you all. Alright, mission accomplished—let’s go home.”

(End of Chapter)

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